The car stopped at another small airport.

Yan Zhou and the others, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward to greet them.

The moment the car door opened,

Jingmin stepped out of the car.

However, the next second, their expressions suddenly changed—

"President Jing!"

Yan Zhou's voice was filled with barely suppressed shock and worry.

Chu Wuyang subconsciously followed their gaze.

Only then did they notice several deep and shallow bloody footprints on the ground below the car door.

Bright red bloodstains meandered along the light-colored floor tiles, resembling some kind of shocking mark.

Her heart clenched suddenly, and her breath seemed to stop for a moment.

She suddenly looked up at Jingmin—

His body tilted slightly, clearly unable to hold on any longer.

Blood dripped down his thigh, soaking his trousers and even seeping into his shoes.

His face was paler than usual, his lips were dry, and cold sweat still clung to his forehead.

The weariness between his brows was hidden deep in his dark eyes, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Chu Wuyang felt as if the blood in his body had frozen at that moment.

He froze on the spot, his mind blank.

Everyone was focused on Jing Min's injuries, and some even started helping him forward.

But as if sensing something, he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head to look at her.

Chu Wuyang stared at him blankly, as if she had been nailed to the spot and remained motionless.

Li Yan, who was standing nearby, quickly realized what was happening.

He walked quickly to her, his voice seemingly carrying complex and indescribable emotions—

"Madam, please."

Jing Min slightly turned his head, looking at her with indifferent eyes.

It seemed like they were patiently waiting, yet also impatiently waiting.

She finally moved her feet gently and walked forward.

When Chu Wuyang walked to his side,

Jingmin suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.

His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he had used all his strength to barely grasp her.

However, this force seemed weak.

He tightened his grip again and again.

It was as if only in this way could they confirm that she was really there.

Chu Wuyang was completely compliant throughout, but her wrists were marked with red welts from his gripping of hers in the car.

She didn't complain.

Because this pain is nothing compared to the wounds on Jingmin's body.

A strong stench of blood hit me.

Yan Zhou followed and spoke with concern.

"Mr. Jing, the doctors are all here. Shall we check your wound first?"

Jingmin didn't stop walking, his tone indifferent.

"Get on the plane first"

His tone sounded calm.

But Chu Wuyang felt the grip on his wrist tighten even more without him realizing it.

It was as if it was drawing strength to sustain itself.

Once the plane has taken off smoothly,

Jing Min seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, as if all his strength had been drained away at that moment.

He released Chu Wuyang's hand.

He leaned back in his seat.

Then came a violent, uncontrollable cough.

The muffled, tearing cough echoed through the cabin, gripping the hearts of everyone present.

Yan Zhou frowned and immediately stepped forward, while Li Yan also said anxiously:

"Mr. Jing, the doctor is here—"

Chu Wuyang looked at him, her brows furrowed, and the hand that he had just released tightened slightly.

The fingertips pinched a shallow mark in the palm.

She wanted to support him, but when she met Mingxiu's resentful and unfriendly gaze, she withdrew her hand.

Inside the cabin, everyone was busy attending to Jing Min.

Several accompanying personnel worked together to carry Jing Min into the small medical room inside the cabin.

The room was filled with various instruments, their indicator lights flashing with a cold light.

Chu Wuyang stood still.

Watching those people skillfully treat his injuries, even Jing Min's low groans failed to disrupt their rhythm.

Her hands unconsciously clenched her sleeves, her fingertips slightly cold.

Not long after, Li Yan came out of the small room.

His expression remained calm and composed, but a barely perceptible worry lurked in his eyes.

He stopped in front of Chu Wuyang.

He gave her a complicated look, as if he was suppressing something, and finally spoke.

"Madam, please."

His tone was as respectful as ever, yet it carried a hint of mechanical detachment.

It may be out of habit, or perhaps out of some command that one has to follow.

Chu Wuyang's body was somewhat stiff.

A moment later,

She had just walked toward the door when, as her fingertips touched the doorknob, she heard Mingxiu's suppressed anger from behind her.

Why did you let that woman in?

Mingxiu suddenly grabbed Li Yan's sleeve, her tone filled with obvious dissatisfaction, even anger.

"President Jing is at his weakest right now. What if that woman does something when no one is looking?"

Chu Wuyang's hand paused.

His fingertips tightened slightly, his gaze lowered, and he did not turn around.

Li Yan frowned, his tone clearly impatient, and he lowered his voice to reprimand:

"Shut up!"

Mingxiu was taken aback by his scolding.

He gritted his teeth, but ultimately dared not utter another sound.

It's obvious this is President Jing's order, and he can't disobey it.

But his eyes still held a hint of resentment.

Chu Wuyang stood in front of the door, her fingers tightening and loosening.

Finally, he pushed open that door.

I went inside, greeted by the strong smell of disinfectant.

In the small room,

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

Jingmin leaned against the medical bed, his shirt cut open to reveal his body wrapped in bandages.

Dark red bloodstains seeped through the white gauze.

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